Hogwarts in the shadows

“Ms. Rita, our boss heard that you have a lot of good things here.

We were sent here specially to take some 'samples' back."

Carl's voice was rough and arrogant, and the stick in his hand made a thumping sound on the floor.

The men behind him, with greed in their eyes, scanned everything in the clinic.

Rita stood in the center of the clinic, her face calm as water, but there was a barely perceptible coldness in her eyes.

She didn't take these thugs seriously at all, but she considered that there were other patients in the clinic.

She couldn't tarnish the reputation of wizards because of these people.

So she smiled and said, “Since Mr. Karl is interested, I am naturally willing to share.

However, these potions and valuables must be handled with care to avoid unnecessary trouble."

Rita gave Carl some of the clinic's belongings and several bottles of seemingly precious potions.

Carl nodded and said, "Ms. Rita is very sensible."

He reached out to touch Rita's face, but was keenly avoided.

Karl didn't care and laughed, "I hope your business is booming. We will come again."

He and his men left the clinic satisfied.

Their mocking voices could be heard in the wind and rain: "I thought wizards were so great. They just give in when threatened."

Rita's eyes became colder when she heard this.

She asked the patients to leave the clinic first, saying that all the potions had been taken away.

As soon as the door of the clinic closed, Rita's face immediately turned grim.

She pulled a small gold coin from her pocket.

She tapped it with her wand, passing the message to the Shadow's guards in the surrounding countries.

Then Rita put on a black cloak and cast an invisibility spell to hide herself.

Under the cover of wind and rain.

She was like an invisible shadow, following the mark she left on Carl.

Carl and his men walked triumphantly in the wind and rain.

They boasted to each other about their "results" of the night.

They were completely unaware that Death was silently following them.

When they stepped into the remote and dark alley, the noose of fate had quietly tightened.

Rita knew that her chance had come.

She used magic to seal the entrance to the alley.

Then she cast a spell to block eyes and ears, so that no matter how loud the noise was in the alley, it would not be discovered by others.

"You shouldn't mess with wizards."

Rita's voice echoed in the alley, as if coming from all directions.

Carl and his men were stunned for a moment, looking around in horror, trying to find the source of the sound.

Rita didn't show up at all.

She was hidden under a disembodiment spell, and the noise of the wind and rain masked the sound of her footsteps.

She kept waving the wand in her hand, and each spell was like the scythe of the god of death.

Reaping these people's lives silently.

Carl's men fell one after another, and panic quickly spread among the crowd.

Faced with an invisible enemy, these usually arrogant gang members were terrified.

They waved their weapons wildly, trying to fend off the invisible attacks, but it was all in vain.

Their screams sounded particularly shrill in the wind and rain.

They wanted to escape, but found that the front and back ends of the alley had been blocked by magic and were as solid as a solid wall of iron.

In the end, only Carl was left.

At this moment, this nearly two-meter-tall and sturdy man looked more like a frightened rabbit.

His eyes were bloodshot and filled with fear.

He held the stick tightly and waved it in the air continuously, only then could he feel a little safe.

"You shouldn't insult wizards." Rita's voice sounded particularly cold in the night.

She slowly walked out of the shadows, her wand pointed precisely at Carl.

"Please let me go." Carl knelt on the ground, begging with a trembling voice.

"It's too late." There was no emotion in Rita's voice.

"You are the devil."

Then Carl was hit by magic and fell to the ground, splashing water.

Rita did not take the lives of these thugs directly.

After all, their physical fitness is still good and they can be fully utilized.

She took out the truth serum and put three drops in Carl's mouth.

Soon, under the effect of the drug, Carl revealed the identity of the mastermind.

It was Carlos de la Cruz, the leader of the Condor League, and someone she had never expected, President Surasi.

De La Cruz's greed was understandable to Rita, but Surasi's betrayal took her by surprise.

But the truth is not hard to guess.

Surasi originally wanted to get closer to the wizard.

But as Rita's reputation as the "Goddess of Savior" became more and more famous.

He began to feel uneasy, fearing that Rita would incite the people and threaten his position.

Therefore, he chose to kill with a borrowed knife, but he didn't expect these seemingly strong men.

He was defeated so easily.

Just when Rita finished interrogating Carl, the shadow support personnel arrived.

Alan was speechless as he looked at the thugs lying unconscious on the ground.

"Rita, you're too quick. Can't you leave a few for me?"

Did he finally get here just to collect the "corpse"?

He has been so bored lately that he feels like his body is rusting.

"Since you are called here, of course you won't just be small characters."

Rita smiled and comforted Alan, she had a very good relationship with Alan.

"Really?" Alan's eyes lit up immediately.

"It's just a small fry."

Rita then told Alan all the information she had heard from Carl.

Alan immediately clapped his hands excitedly.

"I'll do it, I'll do it, leave it to me!"

Rita nodded in amusement, "I'll leave Carlos De La Cruz to you."

Allen gently held Rita's face in his hands and kissed her forehead affectionately, "Thank you!"

"Remember to be safe." Rita warned.

"Don't worry!" Alan responded confidently.

He then called on his team members and headed towards where Carlos De La Cruz was hiding.

Although the "Vulture Alliance" is a terrifying existence in the hearts of local residents.

But among the gangs around the world, it is at best a bottom-tier one.

There are less than 200 members, and even few decent guns.

Therefore, for the well-trained and well-equipped Shadow members.

Wiping out such a gang is simply a joke.

Alan kicked Dracula, who was already like a dead dog, in dissatisfaction.

However, these people rely on their bodies to conquer the world, so their physical fitness is quite good.

Alan did not let any of them go, knocked them all out and took them away.

It just so happens that District 13 is in urgent need of experimental subjects, so we can make use of the waste materials.

So the Vulture Alliance was wiped out overnight.